Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Perfect's DMV

I'm sure we've all heard the Walgreens commercials about a little town called Perfect where elderly ladies always cross the street with an escort, neighbors greet each other by name, and everyone firmly believes in recycling.

Today I entered their DMV.

I drove into my 2-hour parking space with a sinking feeling. Past experience with the DMV has taught me to block off a sizable chunk of time before entering said building, but I continued on (I was pretty sure I wouldn't get in anyway with only 1.5 hours standing between me and closing time). A man standing behind a large desk greeted me, decided I was worthy of their time and attention, and then handed me a number: 755. That's a big number, the kind that indicates you will be waiting in line...forever.

I walked into the waiting room. As I was looking at the three rows of empty chairs, trying to decide which one I would sit in, an automated voice said, "Now serving number 7-5-5." A happy attendant took my papers and gave me a set of license plates in return.

I was there a grand total of 10 minutes (and that includes a conversation with a cute, dirt-covered 5 year old who wanted me to stay and then demanded I say hello to his two brothers and mother).

Welcome to Perfect!

1 comment:

  1. Ask your father to tell you about his DMV experience in Washington. What's the polar opposite of "Perfect"? Then raise that nightmare quotient exponentially...
    I'm glad it worked out so well for you!!!